


So Easy

by Crystal_Sun



Category: Haikyuu!!
Genre: Basically Suna looking after Osamu because he has a soft spot for him, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Kita and Atsumu are mentioned briefly, Minor Injuries, this is really fluffy actually
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2021-01-09
Updated: 2021-01-09
Packaged: 2021-03-13 05:48:00
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,885
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28648557
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Crystal_Sun/pseuds/Crystal_Sun
Summary: “Stupid 'Tsumu...”, he mumbled, a scowl on his face as he carefully started to dab away the blood from his hands.But then he sighed again, heavier this time.No, he couldn't blame this on his brother.Not this time.Because today it had been Osamu who'd started the fight._________________________________________________________________________________________________________Osamu starts a fight with his brother and doesn't even knowwhy.Frustrated, he hides in the bathroom to take care of his injuries by himself and doesn't expect someone to offer his help.Especially not Suna.But he's in for a surprise.
Relationships: Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou
Comments: 4
Kudos: 72
Collections: SunaOsa





	So Easy

The cold splash of the water stung against Osamu's bruised knuckles and he hissed at the sensation but didn't pull away.  
After a couple of seconds the dull pain started to numb under the cool stream and Osamu sighed.

“Stupid 'Tsumu...”, he mumbled, a scowl on his face as he carefully started to dab away the blood from his hands.  
But then he sighed again, heavier this time.

No, he couldn't blame this on his brother.  
Not this time.

Because today it had been Osamu who'd started the fight.

Shocking, one might think, since Osamu was usually the one who kept his calm out of the two twin brothers.  
There hadn't been any particular reason for him to start the fight either, none of Atsumu's snarky comments that made him snap sometimes, no previous argument or anything.  
Atsumu had just talked about something to Akagi and Osamu had rolled his eyes and had mumbled a 'Oh my god, just shut the hell up' as he'd walked past them, knowing that they could hear.

He couldn't even remember what Atsumu had been talking about and that really bugged him for some reason.  
What was wrong with him today?  
Their parents wouldn't be pleased to see that they'd gotten into another physical fight yet again and Osamu really wasn't in the mood to deal with the inevitable scolding that awaited him once he went home.

Kita had already lectured them before Osamu had been able to flee the crime scene and retreat to the bathroom where he was now looking at the damage done.

He huffed out another breath.  
He really only had himself to blame.

Did Atsumu feel like this after their fights sometimes?

Probably not, Atsumu was just annoying by nature.  
He didn't care what other people thought of him and he never tried to be liked by others just for the sake of it.  
He always did his own thing and that was something Osamu could respect. (Even if he would never admit it out loud.)

But sometimes it was just exhausting to have your twin around twenty-four seven.  
Maybe Osamu just needed a break.

He met his reflection's eyes in the mirror before his gaze fell down to the small cut on his right cheek.  
It was still bleeding sluggishly, new drops of blood slowly oozing out.

Osamu clicked his tongue and ripped off another paper towel from the dispenser to press it against the wound.

“Is it still bleeding?”

Osamu flinched so hard at the unexpected voice behind him that he promptly let the paper fall as he whirled around.

Rintarou was leaning against the door frame, eyeing him with those fox like eyes, unimpressed but something like concern lacing his features.

“Fucking hell”, Osamu growled and balled his fists at his sides but immediately regretted it when pain shot through his knuckles.  
He hissed and clutched at his right hand but kept glaring at the middle blocker.  
Man, he would have really liked to throw something at Suna for scaring him like that.

“Don't sneak around like that”, was all he hissed in the end though as he turned back towards the mirror. “Almost got a heart attack.”

Suna merely tilted his head in response as he took a closer look at the silver haired twin.

“What's gotten into you today?”, he asked as pushed himself off the door frame and crossed the room in a couple of long strides.

The question send a hot shiver of irritation down Osamu's spine and he gripped the edges of the sink hard enough to hurt.  
He barely felt it though.

“What's gotten into _me_? Why don't ya ask 'Tsumu why-”

“'Samu.”

Osamu's eyes snapped up to meet Suna's through the mirror, gaze burning.

Suna's dark eyes stared into his, cold, calculating and as the seconds ticked by Osamu could feel all the fight leaving his body.  
He averted his gaze and sighed miserably.

“This doesn't have anything to do with 'Tsumu, right? I mean not really.”

“Nah, it doesn't”, Osamu admitted quietly. “I don't know what's wrong with me today.”

Suna's lips quipped up at the corners.  
“Having siblings is annoying sometimes, huh?”

Osamu threw a sceptical look over his shoulder before he turned back towards the sink and turned off the running water.

“You're one to talk”, he huffed, but there was a tiny bit of amusement in his voice and Suna counted that as a win already. “Isn't your sister like four?”

Rintarou let out a quiet laugh.

“She's a hell-spawn that's what she is”, he claimed and crossed his arms over his stomach.

“She's _four_ ”, Osamu repeated with a pointed look as he carefully dried off his hands with some paper towels.

“Didn't stop her from kicking me in the back of the knee as hard as she could a couple of days ago”, Suna shrugged. “I crashed into the kitchen counter, nearly cracked a rib, so. I think I know what you're talking about.”

Osamu knew he really shouldn't have but he just couldn't help bursting into laughter at the mental image of sweet little Yui fighting with her brother like that.  
It was too ridiculous, especially since Suna couldn't even fight back, neither physically nor with insults.

“How did she even reach there? Doesn't she barely even reach your knee?”, he giggled, his stomach hurting from laughing so much.

“She's four, 'Samu. She's at least this tall”, Suna answered with an exaggerated serious tone and held his hand up to mid-thigh. “She's becoming a serious threat. I keep glancing behind me whenever I'm near the kitchen now.”

Osamu's giggles died down slowly but a tiny smile stayed on his lips nonetheless.

“That's sounds tough, Rin, being terrorized in your own home. Now you know what I feel like everyday. Are your ribs okay though?”

Atsumu had once kicked him there pretty hard and he'd felt it for days afterwards.

“Yeah, just got a big bruise, that's all. You definitely look worse than me.”

The smile on Suna's lips was supposed to be teasing but Osamu had known him long enough to pick out the concern too.

“Yeah, 'Tsumu didn't hold back as much...”, Osamu admitted and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Suna's eyes.

“That's because you started the fight this time.”

“No need to remind me, Rin...”, Osamu grumbled, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“Don't get me wrong, usually he starts the fights. Kinda funny to see it the other way around for a change.”

“At least you didn't film it this time, asshole.”

Suna snickered briefly but then the worry crept back into his dark eyes.

“To be honest I was too surprised to do anything. And 'Tsumu did hit you harder than he would have normally. For a second I thought he'd knocked you unconscious.”

Osamu could still feel his cheek throb from earlier.  
He'd quite literally seen stars and maybe Atsumu would have knocked him out if Kita hadn't showed up in time to separate them before it got too violent.  
Osamu shuddered as he thought back to how Kita had lectured them while they were bleeding and panting on the wooden floor of the gym.

“It's still bleeding.”

Osamu blinked and almost jolted back when he looked up and Suna was right there, all up in his face, carefully examining the cut on his cheek.

“Come on.”

The middle blocker turned and opened the door to the locker room.  
Osamu hesitated until Suna answered: “They're all gone already. Kita-san gave me the keys to lock up.”

Osamu nodded and followed him out of the bathroom.  
The locker room was quiet and Osamu felt a little out of place as he sat down on one of the wooden benches.  
His eyes followed Suna as he went to fetch the first aid kid and his eyes widened when he realized that for the first time there was someone who cared enough about him to help tend to his injuries.  
Granted, they were small, but still.

Osamu never let others help him. He was usually still to enraged after a fight with Atsumu to let anyone close.

He knew that his brother sometimes let Kita patch him up but Osamu would rather lick his wounds in silence and pretend that it wasn't as bad as it looked.

But somehow Suna had managed to entirely ignore that behaviour, had broken it with his clever words even. He'd done it so sneakily too that Osamu only truly realized it when Suna put down the first aid kit on the bench and then sat across from him.

Osamu swallowed and decided that it was best to stare at his bruised knuckles while Suna sorted through the small case.

The rustling sounds where the only thing that could be heard, then Suna clicked his tongue, annoyed.  
“Damn, we should really fill this thing up again. You and 'Tsumu have used most of it up by now.”

Osamu didn't trust his voice to not be croaked but the words got a small, almost embarrassed giggle out of him.

“'Samu, look up.”

Osamu's head snapped up maybe a little too fast, his eyes getting a little too big because the middle blocker was awfully close but Suna was focused on the cut on his cheek.  
Thank fuck.

Osamu closed his eye when Suna gently started dabbing away the blood first.

His touches were surprisingly gentle.  
Osamu hadn't expected it with the way Suna's fingers were more often bandaged than not.  
Three of them still were now and Osamu wondered how it almost never seemed to bother the middle blocker. He'd seen Suna hurting his hands often enough in matches or even in training but he rarely ever did more than excuse himself for a moment, bandage up the injured finger and come back as if nothing had happened.

A low hum from the older boy pulled Osamu out of his thoughts.

“'Tsumu got you good, but it should stop bleeding soon”, he mused and reached for a clean piece of gauze.

He carefully pressed it over the cut and guided Osamu's hand up.

“Hold it there, gentle pressure, okay?”

It took a second until Osamu's brain kicked into gear and he scrambled to hold the gauze himself.  
Much to his horror he caught Suna's lips shifting into an amused half-smile for a moment and his cheeks went hot in embarrassment.

He hid his face in his free hand on instinct but Suna slowly pulled it away again.  
Osamu almost whined.

“I need to take a look at your hand”, Suna explained and carefully started examining the bruised knuckles.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Osamu shrugged at the question, his eyes focused on their hands between them.

“Not that much I guess.”

“And when you do this?”

Suna slowly started bending his fingers back and then forth one by one, looking up every couple of seconds to see if Osamu would pull a pained face at one of them.  
And although it hurt it was bearable, most of the pain must have come from the swelling.

“They feel fine, I think”, he mumbled once Suna let go.

“They are”, the middle blocker confirmed. “If they weren't you probably would have screamed in my face to stop.”

That got a tiny smile out of Osamu and he willingly reached up as Suna beckoned for his hand again.

“You never complain when you hurt your fingers though.”

“Yeah, because it's of no use to anyone. Besides, I've gotten used to it, especially since High School. I treat them or get them treated when it's more serious. Then I continue. Simple as that.”

That made Osamu pause for a moment.

“But doesn't it bother you?”

“Sometimes”, Suna mused as he carefully dabbed some ointment on Osamu's red knuckles and started rubbing it in with his non-bandaged fingers. “But I need to get used to it if I...”

He paused for a second, even the movements of his hand stopped.

Osamu tilted his head to the side, surprised.

“If you're what?”, he wanted to know.

Suna glanced up at him and there was this weird look on his face, almost like he was excited but also a little anxious.   
Osamu had known Suna for two years now and had learned to read his impassive expressions over time but this open display of emotions was new to him.

Suna briefly nibbled on his bottom lip before he smiled to himself for a second.

Osamu's heart skipped a beat in that moment too.

“... if I wanna go pro.”

Osamu's eyes widened as the words started to sink in and Suna chuckled nervously before Osamu had the chance to form words.

“Wow, it feels weird to say it out loud.”

He picked up his task again and briefly glanced up at his friend who was still dumbstruck.

“You really wanna do this?”, Osamu asked.

“I think so”, Suna answered honestly before he grabbed more gauze and started to wrap it around Osamu's hand and weave it between his fingers. “I'm good at it. With more training I think I'll be able to play on an even higher level. And I have no idea what else I would rather do. Can you picture me working in an office job or something like that?”

Suna pulled a disgusted grimace and Osamu laughed.

“Absolutely not”, the twin giggled. “Just imagine you in a suit.”

“Ew, no thanks.”

They laughed for a moment and the atmosphere was light between them as Suna fixated the bandage with a bit of tape.

Osamu was glad that his own nervousness had worn off but it returned like a slap to his face as soon as Suna leaned forward and reached for the gauze he was still pressing to his cheek.  
He actually pulled back a little and his face felt like it was on fire _again_ as he leaned forward and allowed Suna to take the bloodied piece while he apologized under his breath.

Suna didn't respond but there was that tiny smile again and Osamu thought he might die right here on this bench.

“Looks better”, the middle blocker informed him. “Let me disinfect it and put something on there so it won't get dirty.”

The silver haired twin nodded wordlessly and closed his eyes this time as he let Suna do the work.

The disinfectant stung and Osamu bit his lip to keep himself from pulling away.  
Suna apologized quietly and then taped a small, square piece of gauze over the cleaned wound.

“There, all done.”

Osamu's eyes fluttered open and he smiled softly at the older boy.

“Thank you, Rin”, he mumbled.

“Anytime. Does it hurt somewhere else?”

Osamu felt a couple of more spots ache, one on his upper arm, one on his calf, two on his back but he knew that they would just bruise and he'd have to deal with that so he shook his head.

“Alright then, let's tidy up and get out of here.”

Just as they started packing up the first aid case again Osamu noticed the bright red drops on Suna's own bandages.

“Rin, your hand”, he blurted and grabbed him by the wrist without thinking.  
Suna made a surprised noise in the back of his throat as Osamu pulled him forward so he could take a closer look at the bloodied cloth.

“That's probably yours, idiot”, he giggled upon seeing the worried look on Osamu's face and he couldn't repress a smile when the younger boy blushed yet again.

“Ah, I'm so sorry. Let me change them.”

“You don't have to”, Suna tried to argue but didn't make a move to pull away either.

“Just let me.”

Suna was surprised by the soft tone in Osamu's voice and for a moment he watched wordlessly as the twin started to unwrap the bandage from his pointer finger.

Just like Osamu, Suna himself hadn't had someone to help taking care of his injuries (apart from the occasional doctor of course) but now that he experienced it for the first time it felt... nice.

A soft smile unfolded on Suna's lips as he watched Osamu work with slow, careful movements.  
Suna took out some new flexi tape and handed it to the twin once the bandage was off.  
Osamu took it but then hesitated, staring at the tape while fidgeting with it.

“It's not difficult. I'll guide you through it, okay?”

Osamu glanced up and gave a quick nod.

“Okay.”

Suna held out his hand for Osamu to take and then explained to him how the bandage was wrapped so it would give his finger maximum support while still being flexible enough to do everyday things.

The twin listened to his words carefully and only had to re-do the beginning part two times before he understood how it worked.

Two minutes later he fixated the white material with a tiny bit of tape.

“Is it okay like this?”, Osamu wanted to know, looking at his work sceptically.

“I think so”, Suna answered and crooked his fingers a couple of times before straightening them again.   
“Yeah, feels good”, he confirmed. “Thank you.”

Osamu's eyes glowed warmly as he looked up to meet Suna's eyes. All the anger from earlier was completely forgotten, thanks to his friend.  
He searched for something to say but his brain couldn't come up with anything as he stared into Suna's dark eyes for a moment too long.

Rintarou didn't say anything either and the moment lingered, both feeling their faces starting to heat up as the weird tension between them grew.

Osamu wanted to do something, say something but he felt like his brain had melted into a puddle of goo as soon as he'd lost himself in Suna's eyes and Suna didn't seem to do much better than him.  
His eyes were unusually big as if he couldn't tear his gaze away, even if he wanted to.

“We should... we should clean up and get out soon...”

The words were quiet and so horribly out of place that Osamu inwardly cringed at himself.   
He hadn't even meant to say that but the tension had been so weird and this was all new to him and-

Suna's hand brushed against his own, he took the tape Osamu was still holding from him to put it down and then loosely curled his fingers around Osamu's bandaged hand.  
The twin could do nothing but stare at their hands on the bench between them.

“Can we stay just... for a little longer?”

Rintarou was surprised that the question actually made it's way out of his mouth.  
He'd never wanted to ask it out loud and for a split second he panicked, opened his mouth to take it back and apologize but then Osamu said: “Yeah, okay.”

Suna's eyes were wide when he met the twin's gaze but the younger one smiled and slowly intertwined their fingers.

Suna mirrored his soft smile and dropped his gaze down to their hands.

For a moment nothing happened but their skin was warm and the contact felt good, felt right.  
Then Suna carefully grazed his thumb across Osamu's bandaged knuckles.  
And then again.

Osamu followed the movement with his eyes and he smiled.

Affection for the older boy swelled in his chest and when he looked up again he found Suna already staring back.

There was something new in his dark eyes, something soft, almost sweet.  
Osamu wasn't sure what it was yet but he thought he liked it.

His own eyes flitted down to Suna's lips, just for a second and entirely unintentional but in that second he asked himself how it would feel to kiss him.

He was aware of the older's eyes watching his every movement, every little change in his expression and there was no was he had missed that.  
Osamu could feel his face grow hot _again_ and he _hated_ it, but still he couldn't tear his eyes away.

“S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-”

Suna's lips pulled into a smirk but it was soft and not nearly as devilish as usual.

“It's okay. It's not like we can turn back now.”

“What??”

Osamu was genuinely confused at the statement and Suna had the audacity to laugh at him for it now??

“Come on”, the older giggled. “I saw that look. And you know I saw. So do you want to pretend it didn't happen or are you gonna kiss me?”

Osamu blinked and Suna was right there, leaning into him, only inches away from his face.

The twin tried to form words but his voice failed him.  
He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, started to say something but never brought out more than one word.

All while Suna's fox like eyes watched him intently. 

In the end he gave up and just stared back at Suna in silence.  
But then his gaze dropped to the older's lips again.

_Fuck._

“Knew it”, Rintarou whispered, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned in that bit closer.

His free hand came to rest on Osamu's knee and the twin inhaled sharply.

“Whenever you're ready, 'Samu.”

Osamu nodded dumbly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he tried to calm his racing pulse.

But damn, he'd never kissed anyone before.  
How the fuck was he supposed to stay calm?  
Especially when this was Suna out of all people?  
Stupid, attractive Suna who may be an asshole at times but definitely had his heart in the right place and-

“'Samu, breathe.”

Osamu exhaled a long breath and closed his eyes for a moment.  
When he dared to open them again Suna was still there, still waiting for him.

And somehow that was enough.

He leaned forward and never once let go of their intertwined hands as he planted a soft kiss on Suna's lips.  
Just a small one, to test the waters.

Butterflies tingled in his stomach when he could feel Suna smile against his mouth and a small giggled bubbled up in Osamu's throat before he went back in for another kiss.

This time it lasted longer and Osamu could feel Suna's free hand graze his cheek before he settled it at the back of his neck, not possessive but reassuring instead.  
Warmth spread in Osamu's chest and he grabbed the front of Suna's jersey, pulling him further in with a sharp tug, before he reached up to cup his cheek instead.

They deepened the kiss a little more, Suna's tongue flicked across Osamu's bottom lip and the younger couldn't help but sigh when he opened his mouth further, Suna's warm tongue slipping inside to lazily play with his own.

It was a little messy in the beginning, lots of spit but they were both inexperienced so it was okay.

Osamu enjoyed it and he hummed happily, the hand that had been cupping Suna's cheek previously now tangled in his hair as they shared yet another kiss.

Neither of them wanted to but eventually they had to break away to breathe.

They smiled at each other, panting a little and let their hands fall away after a moment.  
Osamu had feared that it would be awkward after their first kiss but he felt surprisingly comfortable.

“Come on, let's change and get out of here”, Suna mumbled and got up.  
Osamu nodded and got to his feet as well.

Osamu closed the first-aid kit once he'd put everything back inside and returned it to it's original place by the door.

When he turned around Suna had just pulled off his jersey and was fumbling with his shirt.  
When he raised his arms to put it on Osamu caught sight of the bruise stretched across Suna's ribs.

“You weren't lying, your sister really did a number on ya there”, the twin said as he stepped closer.

Suna looked down at himself and just shrugged before he pulled on his t-shirt.

“Siblings, you know how they are.”

“Doesn't it hurt?”, Osamu asked, his hand coming up to touch the material over the bruised area before he could think about what he was doing.  
Suna let him.

“I took a strong painkiller before practice so it's fine.”

He gave Osamu a reassuring smile and leaned in to press a quick kiss against his cheek.  
“Come on, get changed. I'll lock up and then we can leave.”

Osamu chased Suna's lips as he pulled away and smiled when the older stayed still to kiss him back sweetly.  
They broke apart rather quickly and this time Suna definitely smirked at him.

“Change. Now. I wanna get out of here.”

Osamu would have rather kissed him again but he went back to his bag and started pulling off his training clothes.

Five minutes later Suna locked up the entrance door to the gym and double checked the lock just to make sure.  
(Kita would have his head if he let the door unlocked on accident... again.)

Osamu shouldered his bag and waited for Suna to join him so they could walk side by side.  
The middle blocker smiled down at him softly as they made their way home with slow steps.

They talked and laughed like they always did and Osamu found that nothing much had changed between them. The atmosphere wasn't awkward or uncomfortable.  
It was just like it always had been.  
Plus the butterflies that tingled in Osamu's belly.

For a moment he wondered how today could have turned out so great, even though he could still feel his body aching from Atsumu's punches.  
And even though he'd been in such a shit mood earlier.

He shook his head to himself and smiled.

If it would always turn out like this maybe he should start fights with 'Tsumu more often.

Because one of Suna's kisses?  
Worth more than all the punches his brother had given him.

“Why are ya smiling like that?”, Suna asked and snapped Osamu out of his thoughts.

“Nothing I just...”

He looked up and Suna tilted his head, waiting for an answer.

Osamu just kept smiling and lost himself in the older's dark eyes again.

“Do ya maybe want to swing by the café near the station? I saw they have these disgusting Halloween edition drinks again.”

Suna squinted at him and Osamu was sure he knew that that wasn't what Osamu had thought about but in the end he rolled with it.

“Hell yeah, but only if you're paying.”

“I'm not paying for ya disgusting drink. How the hell does one even drink that without getting sick?”

“Not my fault you don't have taste buds.”

“Huh?!”

Suna laughed and it made Osamu's heart beat a little faster.

“Okay, I'll buy you one but on one condition.”

“And that is?”

“You'll kiss me again.”

Suna smirked at him again but this time Osamu thought he might have fallen in love a little bit.  
He didn't know if it was because of that mischievous sparkle in his eyes or because of the words he spoke next.

“Joke's on you, 'Samu. I was planning on doing that anyway.”

Osamu's brain short-circuited and he actually stopped dead in his tracks.

Suna took another couple of steps before he noticed that the twin hadn't caught up to him.  
He turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“You coming?”

A big smile broke out on Osamu's face, so wide that it almost ached but he was happy, so happy.  
He stumbled a little as he ran to catch up to Suna and they continued walking side by side, their arms brushing.

When they walked through the park to get to the station, Osamu grabbed Suna's hand and the older intertwined their fingers.  
The material of their bandages was rough against each other's skin but they only felt the warmth from one another.

And when they got their drinks they sat huddled together at a small corner table, sharing Suna's headphones as they watched funny videos on their phones and enjoyed their time together.

When they said goodbye to each other in front of the Miya's house an hour later they kissed again.  
This time they held each other close because it was cold and because they wanted to.  
Neither of them wanted to let go, especially not Osamu because once he would go inside he'd have to deal with Atsumu and his parents and he'd rather stay out here and get kissed some more.

Eventually though he let go after Suna promised him to pick him up in the morning so they could walk to school together.  
If they were lucky and Atsumu overslept again they could even sneak some kisses without anyone asking questions and that sounded really nice.

Osamu kissed Suna good-bye and waited until he was out of sight until he turned to the front door of his house.

He took a deep breath and thought he would need a moment to collect himself.  
But instead he felt himself smiling.  
Dealing with his family would be annoying but Suna had already promised him kisses when they saw each other tomorrow.

And what more could he ask for really?

Dealing with his family would be a piece of cake.

The smile stayed on his lips as he unlocked the front door and entered the house.

**Author's Note:**

> Hi everyone!
> 
> I know it's been a while but I finished this os in a sudden burst of motivation this week and finally had time to proofread it this morning.  
> So enjoy!
> 
> Idk why but I really have a super soft spot for this pairing and this idea came to me after the episode where they show the twins as kids :<
> 
> So leave a kudo or a comment pls if u liked this, I also have a Iwaoi os up already and I'm currently planning a Boukaka one too :3  
> Can't tell u when it's coming but I'll write it ^.^
> 
> See you next time!  
> Love y'all!


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